One Night Stand: One Night Stand: Book One

by Veronica Tower

  Lisa?

  John remembered the phone on the table and Lisa's instructions to him. He was so close he didn't know if he had time to fulfill them. Desperately, he released Robin's head and grabbed up her breasts.

  "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

  Squeezing himself in Robin's bountiful bosom, John erupted upward in a six-inch spray of semen. Robin pulled back at the first taste, so his sperm spurted on her face and then her neck. Her breasts slipped out of his hands and his cum spattered them as well. He couldn't believe it. For the second time in four days, he spurted like a twenty year old.

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  Robin scooted farther away, but John grabbed her naked arm and pulled her back. He locked his lips hard onto hers, ignoring the salty taste of his own seed. His left arm held Robin tight against his body while his right filled itself with her breast. Sperm dripped down their stomachs, but he didn't care.

  Robin squirmed in resistance for a couple of seconds, then her passion overwhelmed her revulsion and she kissed him back hard, pulling him just as tightly against her.

  When they finally broke for air, John tenderly wiped a spot of cum off the side of Robin's nose. "I've finally figured you out," he told her. "Now it's your turn, and I'm going to rock your world."

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  Chapter Twelve

  Lisa picked the phone up off the floor and set it on an end table. Tossing it had broken the connection to John, so she would have to wait until later to learn how things finished with Robin. She wondered if the blond had run out on him again.

  She sat down in her chair and looked Doug up and down.

  He didn't have to be so...unexciting. He could be a handsome guy if he ever learned to dress and present himself right, but she did not want to get involved with that. Her problem revolved around what to do with him now. She desperately needed a little satisfaction and Doug had the benefit of being at hand.

  "Okay, Doug, there's one rule. You do what I say, when I say it, and nothing else! Got it? Deviate just once, and I'll throw you out on your skinny ass!"

  Doug shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

  Good God, is that how Doug saw her? Was that his fantasy? Well Lisa wasn't ready to break out the whips for Doug, but she ought to be able satisfy some of his craving.

  "All right then, from now on my word is law! And my first law is that you don't come unless I tell you that you can.

  Understand? Today is about me, not you."

  Doug licked his lips in nervous excitement. "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

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  "Two, I don't even want you to touch yourself unless I tell you to."

  "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

  "Good, then get down on your knees in front of me! I've got something I want to show you."

  Doug scrambled to comply, dropping to the floor directly in front of Lisa's legs. His eyes stared directly at her pussy."

  "Eyes on me!" Lisa commanded.

  Doug looked warily up at her.

  "That's right. Look at my face!"

  "Yes, Mistress Lisa."

  "Good."

  Lisa elevated her folded legs high into the air so that her ass lifted off of the seat cushion. She peeled her sopping shorts over her rear end and slipped them down past her feet.

  Sweat beaded on Doug's forehead as he tried to keep his face directed up toward Lisa's while actually staring at her ass and legs.

  Lisa lowered her feet back to the floor and then stretched her legs as far apart as they would go. The movement spread her lips apart, letting a deliciously cool rush of air touch inside of her. "All right, Doug, you can look."

  "Oh, Lisa." Doug surged forward to put his mouth on her pussy.

  Lisa stopped him with a hand to his forehead. "I said look!"

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  didn't seem to know that. He sat back on his heels and waited.

  Lisa stroked her own pussy, enjoying watching Doug struggle to retain his self-control. She had shaved again this morning, leaving only a thin vertical line of hair directly above her clitoris. That line had fascinated John and when she let him back between her legs, she wanted to be sure to excite him again. Now, however, Doug would get a chance to eat her pussy while her two-timing boyfriend fucked his blond bimbo.

  "Doug! Your mistress has a mess between her legs. Use your tongue and clean it."

  Lisa thought for a moment that Doug would cream in his joy. He lunged forward, grabbing her and burying his face in her pussy.

  Lisa kicked him away.

  "No hands! No slurping! Use your tongue! And start with my legs!"

  Doug looked confused so she guided his tongue to her moist inner thighs. He lapped greedily at her flesh, but had only a minimal impact on her excitement.

  Lisa guided him to other places with little improvement.

  She began to suspect that she had miscalculated, that Doug would never be able to satisfy her when he suddenly buried his face between her lips, and the combination of his nose and tongue sparked just the proper connection for her.

  "Oh," she gasped. Then softer, "Oh. That's it, Doug. Right there! Do that again. Ohhhh, yes, do that again."

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  Lisa sank deeper into her chair. Doug's tongue actually made her quiver. She slipped her fingers down to her clit to see if she could help him push her further.

  "That's right, Doug. Keep doing that. Don't you dare stop!"

  Her fingers danced on her wet clitoris, trailing her juices back and forth across the swollen nub of flesh. She could feel it now. Really feel it. If Doug could just get a little more friction.

  "Harder! I'm getting close now! Don't stop!"

  Lisa's t-shirt rode back up above her breasts, exposing her nipples to the fingers of her other hand. Doug licked and sucked while her fingers on her clit brought her right over the edge! "Oh John! John! John! John! John!"

  Lisa's body trembled as she continued to rub. John! She needed John! Why did she keep pushing him away from her?

  How could she be sure to get him back?

  Something warm and slimy spilled across Lisa's belly. Her eyes flashed open, but she knew what had happened without looking. Doug stood over her, oozing dick in hand, pants around his ankles.

  She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn't attempted to come in her pussy.

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  Chapter Thirteen

  "Listen carefully to what I'm telling you, Robin. I promise you you'll orgasm very hard, but you have to do exactly as you are told."

  Robin lay flat on her back on John's bed, bare bosom staring at the ceiling. She watched him with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

  John walked over to his dresser. Unlike Robin, he was completely naked and he could feel her eyes trailing after his half-mast dick. He opened the top dresser drawer and began to sort through his neckties. He stopped when a better idea struck him and he went to the trashcan to fetch out his ruined Jerry Garcia tie.

  Robin's apprehension visibly grew. "What do you want to do?"

  John's answered with the simple truth. "Make you climax harder than you've ever imagined possible." He placed the tie on the bed just out of Robin's sight. As she craned her neck to look at it, John picked up her hand. Holding the back of her fingers against his stomach, he began to lightly stroke Robin's wrist.


  "You see, Robin, I have had a revelation. I think I finally understand you. Do you remember all those times we'd get back from the bars and watch a movie together? Some were pretty hot and steamy. You'd even snuggle up against me during the romantic parts. I think you must have known that you were making me hard."

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  Robin said nothing, so John took one end of the cum-stained tie and tied it firmly about her wrist. He kissed her fingers before releasing her hand and crawling onto the bed beside her. His penis dangled near her face as he got to work.

  John threaded the necktie around a post in the headboard and tied it firmly to Robin's other wrist. Her erect nipples pointed toward the ceiling. She offered absolutely no resistance.

  "You knew I was hard those nights. Didn't you, Robin?"

  She hesitated again, so John took hold of one pink nipple and twisted hard. "Didn't you?"

  He felt no anger, just a firm insistence that she answer him. A lot rode on his ability to manage this. If Robin went along with his plan, he believed they would both win. She would climax harder than she ever thought possible and he would get inside Lisa again.

  "Yes, John, I knew."

  "Good, I thought so."

  John walked around to the foot of the bed and knelt between Robin's knees. With a quick motion he opened and unzipped her blue jeans. She wore green panties this time and she quivered as he looked down at her.

  "And that night we played strip poker? You knew I had a hard on under the table."

  Robin responded too quietly for John to hear, so he flicked one of her nipples hard enough to sting. "Didn't you?"

  "Yes, John."

  "Yes, John, what?"

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  "Yes, John, I knew your hard dick was waiting for me under the table."

  "And do you know why you left?"

  "I was afraid," Robin whispered.

  "No!" John grabbed hold of Robin's pant legs and pulled the jeans off in one smooth motion. "No!" he repeated, before tossing the jeans into the corner. Returning to his bureau, John pulled out two long, thin silk ties: one Kelly green and the other black with silver triangles.

  He returned to Robin and tied the green tie to her right ankle. "You left me, Robin," he explained, "because I let you.

  I never understood that before, but you like to be told what to do. I thought I was being nice and sensitive by letting you make the ultimate decisions, but you don't like that. You wanted me to take control."

  John finished tying the necktie to the leg of the bed, then grasped hold of Robin's other ankle and set about securing it to the other corner. When he had finished, Robin's hands were tied to the center of the headboard and her legs were spread eagle to each corner of the foot of the bed. A large wet spot stained Robin's panties.

  "You know how I know this, Robin?"

  She shook her head.

  "I can't hear you."

  "No, John, I don't know."

  "I hurt you out there, Robin. I think I even scared you a little. But you never held back. You wanted me to take control. Isn't that right, Robin?"

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  He had her completely aroused now. Blood engorged more than just her nipples and pussy. Even the skin on her arms and legs stood up in goose flesh.

  "Yes, John, I want you to tell me what to do."

  "Good!"

  John stroked Robin's thighs, enjoying the feel of the silky flesh. "Have you ever been with a woman, Robin?"

  "What?"

  John had surprised her. The idea had come out of left field and genuinely surprised her. This might be even more fun than he had thought. "A woman, Robin, have you ever made love to a woman?"

  "No."

  The small word was almost inaudible as she too began to consider the possibilities.

  "But you want to!"

  "No!"

  "Robin!"

  Her breaths were coming short and fast now, and she gyrated her hips to push her pussy closer to John's fingers. "If you want me to, John."

  Of course she would. John could see her pussy quivering beneath her panties in anticipation.

  "You'll suck her nipples?"

  "Yes."

  "Her pussy?"

  "Yes."

  "You'll grind your pussy in her face while she makes love to you?"

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  "Yes!"

  Damn, the thought really excited Robin and the heat she generated affected John as well. He left the bedroom without further comment, hoping his own erection would calm itself.

  He'd need his dick later and there was so much still to do to get ready.

  John picked his phone up off the table, checked the caller ID, and dialed Lisa's number.

  She answered on the second ring.

  "Hi there, enjoy the show?"

  "John!" Her pleasure at hearing his voice vibrated over the phone lines.

  "It's good to hear you too! Did you enjoy the show?"

  "It was great until I got interrupted."

  "Interrupted?"

  "The doorbell kept ringing."

  John laughed. He felt good right now. He liked to be the one in control. "We have bad luck with those. Perhaps we should get rid of them."

  Lisa laughed. John found the sound arousing. Everything about Lisa Madison stimulated him. There would be no relief for his erection with her on the phone. At least nothing short of his hand and John had better uses for his semen than that.

  "So when did you skip out?"

  Lisa's voice took on that dangerous edge. "It sounded like you were going to orgasm."

  Matters could not be working better if John had written a script. "So you don't know what happened?"

  "Not...all of it."

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  John walked into the bedroom. Robin lay right where he had left her—tied with her legs spread open on the bed.

  "Good," John told Lisa, "because now I've got a surprise for you."

  John crouched down next to Robin. "Say hello, Lisa," he told the phone. Then he held the receiver to Robin's ear, leaning close himself so he could hear their conversation.

  "Hello?"

  John smiled. Robin quivered with excitement, wondering if this was the woman John wanted her to sleep with and Lisa was intrigued enough to play along with him. "Tell Lisa your name," he directed his captive.

  Robin licked her lips. "This is Robin."

  John pulled the phone back to his ear. "Surprised?"

  Lisa's voice became breathy. "John, you are a bad boy!"

  "I had a feeling you would like this," he told her. "And you still don't know the half of it."

  He put the phone back against Robin's ear. "Tell Lisa where you are."

  Robin hesitated, then blurted, "In John's bed."

  John lay a hand flat on Robin's belly and began sliding it about in large sensuous circles. "Tell all of it!"

  Robin's body trembled beneath his hand. "I'm tied up on John's bed."

  "Ohhh..." Lisa purred the word. "Have you been a bad girl, Robin?"

  Robin looked at John for guidance, and he nodded. Her voice came out faint and small. "Yes, I've been bad."

  "What did you do, Robin?"

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  Robin met John's eyes again, then let her gaze drop to his rigid organ. "I kept frustrating John."

  Lisa laughed. "And now he's tied you up? Is he frustrating you or gaining some release?"

  John interrupted. He wasn't ready for Lisa to go there yet, not until he finished laying out his plan. "Tell Lisa what you're tied with." His hand on Robin's stomach slipped under her panties and caressed the bald flesh of her pussy. Robin's trembling visibly increa
sed.

  "Ties," Robin panted. "Three old ties."

  John brought the phone to his own ear. "A green tie and a black tie on her ankles, and a badly stained red tie securing her wrists," John told Lisa. "Do you want to tell Robin how the tie got stained?"

  "Ohhh..." moaned Lisa. "Are you sure you want me too?"

  John lowered the phone to his captive again. "Robin, do you know who Lisa is?" His fingers still lightly caressed Robin's pussy, mostly avoiding her clit.

  Robin shook her head, apparently unable to speak.

  "Answer me!"

  "No, John, I don't know."

  "Ask her!" John commanded. His fingers hovered over Robin, touching her clit now with feather-light caresses.

  "Who are you?" Robin shouted.

  Lisa jumped at the opportunity to tell. "I'm the woman who bit John."

  John bore down furiously on Robin's clitoris as Lisa identified herself. Robin moaned in response. "Tell her the rest, Lisa!" John shouted.

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  "I'm the one who made him erupt all over that tie he's bound your wrists with."

  Robin thrashed desperately under John's fingers, but Lisa didn't stop taunting her.

  "I'm the one who sent him to you!"

  Robin came hard, tugging futilely at her restraints. She rocked, she bucked, she screamed and wiggled, but ultimately she could not escape John's fingers. He rubbed her without mercy, not letting her body recover. The sheets pulled up on the bed underneath her gyrations until he began to worry that the neckties would tear free.

  Without warning, John stopped rubbing, grabbed hold of Robin's pussy, and squeezed. Robin continued to buck against him, but the strong pressure bearing down on her cunt slowed the stimulation, helping her catch her breath and regain control of herself again. Slowly her hips stopped gyrating, and her back settled flat again on the bed.

  John picked up the phone. "Are you still there?"

  Thankfully, Lisa still sounded amused and not angry.

  "Interesting playmate you've got there."